Where Prayer and Conjuring Meet

For those who may be new here, my grandmother passed away in February. 

My grief comes and goes, hitting in those proverbial waves.

Sometimes I talk to Jesus and the Father about it. 
Other times I talk with Grandma.

Hey Grandma,

Mother Nature almost missed the memo - not granting her usual showers in Colorado until late in the month of April, so May is catching up for us.

Starting to Chew

Do you ever have an aha! moment where suddenly your eyes are opened to some area of dysfunction in your world and you want to talk about it, but it's complicated and messy and so big that you're not sure where to begin?

And no, I'm not talking about taking a look at your cluttered home and deciding to take a plunge into the KonMari method. That's a big undertaking.

But what I AM talking about...

Wokeness

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I don’t know when it all started to emerge.

But I know it’s been a long awakening. 

Too damn long.

Because my mind, like everyone's, is prone to lazy shortcuts.

Generalizations, micro-aggressions, and just plain ignorance

Stifled the stirring of my awareness, delayed three decades.

Opening our eyes to addiction

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I've said it myself, many times.

"Addicts will lie, cheat, manipulate, and abuse, whatever, to get their fix."

It's frustrating when it comes to the public costs addicts incur in our health care, criminal justice, and/or child welfare systems, and we have to pay for them.

Moreso, it's heartbreaking when the addict is a loved one of your family and they're robbing you blind to fund their highs, or feeding you the lines of the most ridiculous bullsh*t to explain their behaviors.

Because you get so damned angry. Rightfully so.

And the hurts feel so personally aimed.

But they're not.